Graculus Salpinx

This morning there was a light
somewhere a song
something not quite dead
that rang out and hurtled
into the resounding spiral of my ear
worked its way under my tongue
nestled.

Perhaps it was the young hart
ambling across the field
or the pair of black woodpeckers
bat-angled cormorant-winged
like Graculus with a red kippah.

Something winged into the not-blue
of the morning sky and echoed
a sort of antique salpinx of hope.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “Graculus Salpinx”

  1. I was thinking jackdaw for the bird…I also had to look up the trumpet. I do think early mornings of bird sounds have a timeless feel to them, even in the city. A connection to many many mornings across time and space. (K)

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